Okay, here's a two minute challenge for you. Take a photo NOW of what you are doing, of what you see right now, then write a poem to go with it direct to screen.
[You can take another minute for edits. Did I ever tell you how POLEAXED I was when I realised I could edit my own poetry? Before that it was just as the ink fell out of my pen.]
So, here's mine...
Hidden by Jan Jones
Only an echo left
of the afternoon's warmth
as I water
Cool English summer brushes my skin...
thin polite white wine perhaps
or genteel rosé
(neither of which has ever done anything for me)
But the colours
Oh, the colours
The colours of my planting are alive
Blazing in this well-bred air
and speak of deep Chilean fire
and sundrenched Californian excess
and I am reassured - looking at them - that there is more to me
then anyone here can tell
.
